Nerve.

Cairo was having a pleasant day. Woken up by Neon's alarm, he had been up for most of this gut wrenching day. The weather had been all over the place, favoring to torment him until he was inside; maybe he deserved it though. Once again, the hot man had hurt another person, but this time it felt like he had gone too far, if that was even something he could do. As per usual, he had taken up his free time with booze, getting himself nowhere near drunk. Today was not another day to ruin someone, but to hopefully calm down.

For the last week, it seemed that he had picked up a new person every night, whether it be at work or at a bar. Cairo was filing the gaps that he always had with meaningless sex and bodies swirling around him. Tonight though, tonight was his day to run away. The bar he assumed would be free of any ex lovers, but it was frankly littered with them. It took a lot of bobbing and weaving to stay away from them all. When a rather familiar face marched in with his guitar, he bolted into the bathroom. It was like someone was playing with his mind, messing up his thoughts and hurting him, guliting him. The man splashed a large amount of liquid into his face. He needed to be strong, to show that he didn't give a shit.

The song that he sang was one of his favorites, that was in that moment ruined by the fact that he knew it was for him. His hands clenched, making his entire body want to break down and cry from this man. Jericho, the sweet little angle that he should have cut off as soon as possible; the man he couldn't stop staring at now. He got off the stage, which only made Cairo move to the other side of the bar, his head down and staring deeply into his glass of Gin. No way did he want to face him, but he knew that he would be noticed if he left.

Sipping as all that he could manage. Cairo knew what the consequences for his foolish actions would be, for sure. How stupid he had been, to think that someone other than Jericho would actually care about his feelings; he seemed to have been one of the few. He took a short breath, as if he was taking a hit of a cigarette, exhaling almost into his drink as it was raised to his face. Why hadn't he just felt the second that his eyes trailed over that figure?

Was it because Cairo truly did want him, or perhaps it was only due to the fact that the bridge in between them was so badly burned. When Jericho caught notice of his presence, he shoved his face into his drink, not wanting to deal with his current reality. After, he refused to look at him. "Ah, it was quite sad it seems. I didn't know that you were like that." He bit his tongue from saying anything more; it was enough, enough fucking pain.

"Yeah." He answered, staring into his cup, seeing if he wanted more, if he needed more. His skin was crawling underneath him; this situation was weird, unwanted, foreign. For once, Cairo actually felt bad. He wanted his sweet little boy back, the one that had made his heat flutter more than once on that fateful night. It seemed though, that it was more of a pipe dream. If he could have cracked his glass in half, he would have. With a breath, he exhaled, trying to stay calm. That bastard, Florentin, he was a wicked poison and he wanted nothing to do with him.

Yet, Cairo seemed to always fall back into his arms, like some lost child. "Wouldn't know. We don't really talk. He doesn't want me, but likes to use me like some lovesick plaything." They were harsh words, ones that he knew would also ring inside of Jericho's ears. "We slept together." That was the extent of their closeness, but it wasn't as if Cairo had to explain it. "Are you, jealous of that?" The man asked, cocking his head upwards finally, giving his once lover a looming glare. It was halfway in between 'you wish you had this' and 'come over and kiss me'.

God, this had quickly gone to shit. Cairo had wanted this to go smoothly, for Jericho to just admit that he was jealous. He hadn't asked for the things that came up afterwards. The look on his face was an obvious amount of shock, but it wasn't because of what the other man was spitting out at him. The thing that shocked him so was to see how much he seemed to care about this topic, about him. Even if it was in a bad light in that moment, he didn't seem to lose the utter amount of energy and enthusiasm he had. "That's not true." Cairo said, but Jericho's rambling seemed to overpower his retorts.

He couldn't get whoever he wanted, but rather he just had a slightly higher chance of getting people in bed with him. His looks, personality and powers seemed to help that, but most of the time it wasn't satisfying. His words were hurtful, like a very prominent stab into the heart. It ached already, but why? Jericho was special to him, for some reason. He was like a perfect little person that he only wanted to care for. Cairo wasn't one to care if his former people had strong feelings after one night; it was a common occurrence for him as the player that he was. Now though, his entire being just wanted to hold the man, telling him how he really felt; Cairo liked him. The own realization made him blush under all the anger that he was having. God, did little brats like him get annoying.

His powers seemed to come out, making the booze shake and his guitar to seamlessly go into its case. When the man stood, his own body seemed to be hesitant to move. It wasn't until he had inched over to the door that Cairo got up too, raising a few remaining eyes his way. He stopped the gust of wind that came from the opened doors, sending the small waves to the sides. It shook the drinks, like Jericho's powers had once done. The man was angry, but not at Jericho. His head nodded to the bartender, as well as anyone else that had heard their fight and cared to listen in.

With that, he took a breath and slowly creaked the outside doors open, not wanting to hit the lovesick angel. Once he was outside, there was a long pause in between them. Cairo didn't want to fuck this up; he didn't want to lose Jericho yet again because of his dickish lifestyle. "It's not a fucking game." Was the best that his spinning mind could get out. "I don't... I don't know how to like you, Jericho. I've never liked someone." Though many would say that he was just trying to use sympathy to get him back, the topic was still tricky for him.

He had always had troubles with being committed to someone else, but it seemed that he was trying to make an effort with the angel in front of him. "I'm a dick and I don't even deserve to have a chance with someone as kindhearted and loving as you. I don't." He gave a breath, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. "I don't get it... I can usually just walk away." He was more so mumbling to himself now, confused as to why this man was bothering him to much. "Listen um. Just so you know, I wasn't trying to hurt you, yeah? I'm poly and well, I have a lot of people I want to consider for dating. But-" His voice cracked as he stepped forward and placed a hand on Jericho's shoulder. "I, actually want you."